Ruyan calmly looked at the figure in the fog.

I saw a group of people walking out of the fog.

Old and weak women and children, with yellow hair hanging down, their clothes are very old, but they are also very clean.

This is the remnants of the people in Ruyi Town, the one who Wuhua saved at the hands of the Night Ghost not long ago.

In those days, Wuhua helped these people in the empty town of Ruyi.

Now, they show up and want to help Wuhua.

Reciprocating the peach is human nature.

An old man was on crutches, his messy hair fluttering in the wind.

"This lord, Master Flowerless saved us from the Night Ghost, he really is not a bad person. Please, let him go. ”

"The old man knelt down for you."

"Please, don't hurt Master Flowerless."

The group knelt on the cold ground, ignoring the mud on the ground, and pleaded with Confucianism.

Ruyan said calmly: "He is a night ghost who endangers the world. Everything you see is an illusion. ”

"But he saved us. I've heard that Master Flowerless has also saved many people in the neighborhood. The old man retorted.

The persistence of the old man is also the persistence of their group.

Last night, they didn't know who the hero of this big battle was.

Until early in the morning, someone saw Wuhua who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Instead of shivering like they had shivered in the covers last night, they stood up.

Ruyan frowned slightly, the book in his hand was gone, and he was thinking about how to explain it.

These are Terrans, pure Terrans.

Confucian sayings don't kill.

Seeing Ruyan, he still didn't plan to let go of Wuhua.

Some people got up and walked towards Ruyan, blocking in front of Ruyan and in front of Wuhua.

This is the only thing they can do for the weak - protect Wuhua with their own bodies.

Sou!

A small stone flew in.

It's slow, it's light, and it doesn't even reach Confucianism because the power is too small.

Thump.

The stone fell into the puddle, and the muddy water splashed on Confucius's pants.

Ruyan looked at the kid who threw the stone.

The child was only three or four years old, his clear eyes were full of courage, his face was full of anger, his hands were clenched into fists, and he stared at Confucian Yan.

That stone is the embodiment of his courage.

Immediately afterwards, another little girl with pigtails ran to Ruyan.

Bah!

Then he hid behind the woman.

Yes, she was scared, and the Xiucai in front of her scared her more than the night ghost.

But fear didn't keep her back.

Confucian Yan had a complicated expression, and he didn't know what to do in his heart.

There is no such thing in the book, and it does not say how to deal with the situation in front of you.

He has read a lot of books, read them for a hundred years, quoted scriptures, and talked about the past and the present.

Now, he had a problem.

With his martial arts peak, coupled with a full stomach, he can't solve the problem.

Ruyan sighed slowly. "It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles. The ancients did not deceive me. ”

As long as Confucian Yan moves his mind, he can destroy these people.

But how can he destroy the power of the human heart?

Yu Zhi slowly spoke: "How can a person who saves people be a disaster? ”

"How can a compassionate monk endanger the world?"

"How can the future be predicted? Isn't it too unreasonable to only take the speculation of the predecessors as the truth? ”

Shang Fenghua and the others also looked at Yu Zhi, looking at these old and weak women and children.

They are ghost hunters, wielding knives against night ghosts and betraying the Terrans, not at these old and weak women and children.

The fog of the autumn morning has finally lifted.

Ruyi Town is ruined, and many ruins have appeared.

It doesn't matter, after all, the people here have been slaughtered by the Night Ghosts.

No matter how good a house is, if no one lives in it, it loses the meaning of existence.

In the midst of the ruins stood a group of people, kneeling a group of people.

These living beings are the real meaning.

Outside Ruyi Town, an old monk walked over, the robe on his body was shabby, but it was solemn, his eyes were chaotic, and there were countless vicissitudes of life.

A golden light appeared, slowly lifting the kneeling person up.

"Amitabha. Confucianism, give no flowers to the poor monks. ”

The old monk is from the Hanging Temple, and it is the host of the Hanging Temple, one of the strong masters in the world, Master Xuan Song.

Ruyan looked at Xuan Song, obviously knowing each other.

"This is your disciple of the Hanging Temple. You should give an explanation. ”

Xuan Song clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk will naturally give you an explanation. ”

Ruyan looked at Xuan Song, and then at Wuhua and the people who were blocking in front of Wuhua.

The appearance of Xuan Song gave Confucius a choice.

Giving Wuhua to Xuan Song is the best choice.

Ruyan turned around and walked towards the outside of Ruyi Town. "Let's go, too. The matter was handed over to the Hanging Temple. ”

Yu Zhi and the others were also relieved to see this, and the concession of Confucian words gave Wuhua a trace of life.

Shang Fenghua and the others glanced at Yu Zhi deeply, and then left.

"I've seen Master Xuan Song." Yu Zhi and the others saluted at Xuan Song.

Xuan Song raised his hand and waved, and the golden light filled the three of them.

Suddenly, the injuries on his body were much better.

"It is a great blessing for Wuhua to have the help of three donors."

Yu Zhi said modestly: "The master is serious. ”

"But what's going on, little monk? Why is there such a change in him? ”

Xuan Song didn't say anything.

That means you can't say it.

"The three donors can come to the Hanging Temple in the future to sit. When the time comes, the poor monk will solve your doubts. ”

"In this way, the poor monk is one step ahead."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Song rushed to the sky with no flowers and turned into a golden light.

Yu Zhi opened his mouth and said unhappily: "The old monk doesn't talk much, and his legs and feet are quite neat. ”

......

Three days later, Yu Zhi and others appeared in Yangzhou City.

Wuhua was brought back to the Hanging Temple by Xuan Song.

The temporary crisis of no flower has been lifted.

But the mutations on Wuhua's body still plagued Yu Zhi.

The Ghost Hunter Pavilion will not be fake, and the black mist on Wuhua's body is also like the scene of the erosion of the source of the night ghosts.

So is Wuhua really a night ghost?

Yu knows that all this is not important, what is always needed is whether Wuhua has harmed living beings.

Yu Zhi took a bite of the big chicken leg with oil coming out of his hand.

He would rather believe that he is a night ghost than think that the little monk will harm people.

Not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

"Xuan Song, that old monk, didn't speak clearly. The Hanging Temple is going to go sooner or later. Yu Zhi said.

Ye Qinghuan nodded and said, "However, if there is really a problem with Wuhua. I'm afraid it's not something we can solve. ”

The previous appearance of the Confucian Palm Venerable has proved the strength of several people, and it is like paper paste in front of these big people.

Yu Zhi knew that he still had to improve his cultivation right now.

If he is a strong grandmaster, he will be cut down one by one regardless of what kind of ghost hunter he is.

However, Yu Zhi knew that if he was counting on himself to become a Grandmaster powerhouse, it was better to urge Ye Qing to practice happily.

"What are you going to do?" Yu Zhi asked Lei Jun.

Lei Jun said: "Something happened in the 100,000 mountains. I have to get back to the sect as soon as possible. ”

After coming out of Wuqin Lake, Lei Jun received a summons from the Broken Sword Sect and asked him to return to the sect immediately.

Because of the crisis of no flowers, Lei Jun has been delayed for a few days and cannot be delayed any longer.

Yu Zhi's expression became a little solemn.

More than a month ago, Yu Zhi had a letter with Yan Yi when he went to Ximozhou.

Yan Yi's thousand paper cranes once said that there are night ghosts in the 100,000 mountains.

Now that I think about it, it's a strange thing.

"If there is something, you can send a message to Qiangcheng in Ximozhou." Yu Zhi said.

"Good. Thank you, Brother Yu. Lei Jun said.

After Lei Jun left, Yu Zhi looked at Ye Qinghuan again and asked, "What about Si Qinxue?" ”

The corners of Ye Qinghuan's eyes twitched, and after thinking for a while, she said: "She said that Xiang Ji saved her master's life, and now she is repaying her kindness on behalf of her teacher, and she can't betray Xiang Ji." ”

Yu Zhi patted Ye Qinghuan on the shoulder, and said helplessly: "It's rare for you to find a girl you like with this big ice cube, but you are still an opponent." ”

Ye Qinghuan looked at Yu Zhi and resisted the urge to hit someone.

Feelings: You are proud of your love now, do you deserve to be disappointed?

Yu Zhi took a sip of tea and looked at the street of Yangzhou City.

Because of the war, it is far less prosperous than it used to be.

There are a lot more beggars, and there are a lot more people in the rivers and lakes.

Columns of soldiers patrolled the streets, and the sound of war drums could be heard from outside the walls.

"The war is raging, and it is these people at the bottom who are suffering. In addition, the night ghost was born, and I don't know how long this troubled world will last. ”

"However, Xiang Ji must have colluded with the night ghost. If it is discovered by the people of the Ghost Hunting Pavilion...... The Confucian masters we have seen will shoot the items to death first. ”

"Even if the Great Chu is over, the Tiger Roaring Army will enter Kyoto. It is impossible for Xiang Ji to live long, and when the time comes, it will implicate Yan Yun's eighteen horsemen or something......"

Ye Qinghuan showed a trace of worry in his eyes, and this worry was naturally because of Si Qinxue and Lu Niangzi.

The two treated him well, and they were one of the few people in his life who gave him warmth.

Ye Qinghuan didn't want to implicate the two of them because of Xiang Ji.

Yu Zhi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and the old god said on the ground: "Why don't you beg me, and I'll give you an idea?" ”

How could Ye Qinghuan not understand Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi must have already had an idea when he spoke like this.

"Say!" Ye Qinghuan said anxiously.

Yu Zhi coughed a few times and swore solemnly: "Things are also simple. Sooner or later, we will fight with the Chu Palace. You go and beg your uncle to let him take Si Qinxue to Qiangcheng for you. ”

Ye Qinghuan's eyes lit up.

It is not an easy task for the Tenth Rank Grandmaster to kidnap a girl.

Yu Zhi continued: "In this way, Si Qinxue did not defect, but fell into the hands of the enemy and was regarded as the lady of the village. ”

Yu Zhi's face was full of pride.

"Well, isn't it a clever plan? Qinghuan, it's not me saying you, use your brain more on weekdays. ”

Ye Qinghuan snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I'm just not as shameless as you." ”

"Ahem, ahem!" Yu Zhi's face was not red, and his heart was not beating, and he drank tea.

There are many girls who worship Ye Qinghuan, but Ye Qinghuan is the only one who is tempted.

Yu Zhi is not a righteous gentleman, and he has already made up his mind in his heart.

is to tie Si Qinxue to Ye Qinghuan's marriage bed.

Raw rice is cooked and matured, and two big fat boys are reborn, a happy family.

......

Back in the inn, the two planned to set off tomorrow and return to Qiangcheng.

As soon as Yu Zhi lay down, he heard a knock on the door.

Yu Zhi opened the door and saw that he was surprised by the person standing at the door.